Chapter Two:

The next few months fly by. Hailer and I are starting to run out of things to trade for food, which means if we are going to escape, we have to do it soon. Now that the hunger games are finally over, there have been sings of rebellion in our district. The two winners this year, Katniss and Peeta, fell in love and refused to kill each other when they were the last two tributes standing. They were willing to die for each other, kind of like a double suicide. That would mean that there wouldn't be a Victor for this year's games, and the Capitol wouldn't have that. They decided Peeta and Katniss could both be winners. This made lot of people in District 8 realize that rebellion is possible.

There are a lot of peacekeepers surrounding district 8 lately. When I go to work in the factories, I hide the Capitol uniform I stole in my work bag, just in case I need it. Hailer tells me not to, because he thinks it's dangerous, but I do anyway. Over the last few months, I stole the remaining articles of clothing I needed to complete my uniform. When I tried it all on, with the mask included, Hailer said that I looked just like one of them.

When I walk into the living room, Hailer is sitting at the table attempting to make a scarf. It's starting to get colder here, so he's probably preparing for winter. I glance quickly at the clock. It's 5:00 PM. We both have to work today, but my shift starts three hours before his does. I slip on my boots, kiss him on the cheek and say goodbye as I pull my work bag over my shoulder.

On my way to the factory, I feel as though someone is staring at me. Someone probably is, since the place is filled with people gathering in the square to watch the quarter quell interviews, and peacekeepers. I look straight ahead, and pretend I don't notice them. The last thing I would want is for a peacekeeper asking me to check my bag.

Not far from the factory, there is a small shed that nobody uses. I've been hiding my bag in there now for about a month, and I still haven't gotten caught. After I make sure the bag is hidden under a pile of old fabrics, I walk for about five minutes until I reach the factory, a tall white building with no windows. I open the door and check in. One time when I was little I forgot to check in and the officials came looking for me. My mother was terrified that they would take me away from her. She convinced them to let me off the hook. I remember her saying "She's just a little girl, and it's her first job. She's still learning." As a part of my 'learning experience', I had to work extra hours for a whole month. These Capitol people don't mess around.

After about three hours into working, a loud booming noise sounds from outside. Nobody is really allowed to go anywhere, but instinct takes over and we all bolt for the door. I'm one of the first ones out. I look around frantically, trying to get some understanding of what's going on. Buildings are burning in the distance, and the screams of people are coming from all directions. I run to the shed, where my bag is. The shed isn't that far from the square, so I can see that it's packed with people. Their faces are covered with masks, and they are angry. I watch as a young child calls out to her mother, as a peacekeeper grabs her, and takes her somewhere. I can't watch this. I can't sit here and watch the Capitol kill people I've known my whole life. Another booming noise, much louder this time. It came from behind me. I turn around fast enough to see the factory blow up behind me. It's beginning to get dark outside now, so the glow from the fire stands out. Smoke is everywhere now, and soon it will be hard to breathe.

"Freya!" A familiar voice calls to me from a distance. Hailer…

"Hailer!" I yell. A minute passes and he doesn't answer. All I here is people coughing, and crying, and screaming. I can't see anything with the smoke thickening around me."Hailer!" I'm practically screaming his name now. I can't lose him. He's the only family I have left. I sit there for another minute, breathing in the toxic air. When I start to cough I know I need to get out. I step into the shed and change into the Capitol uniform I stole. I slip into the boots and pull on the mask. I open the door to find peacekeepers swarmed all over the place. My heart hammers in my chest as I walk through the crowd searching for Hailer, pretending to be one of them.

"You there!" A man shouts at me, his hand grasped tightly around a girls arm. She looks about my age, with dark black hair. She looks familiar, and I realize that I recognize her from the factory. She used to work in my section…

"Yes Sir?" I answer, trying to hide the panic in my voice.

"Your stopping at all of the remaining districts, is that correct?"

"Yes. That is correct, Sir." I say, hoping I gave him the accurate information, because I really don't have a clue what's going on at the moment.

"Take this one to the train." He pushes the girl toward me and I grasp her arm. "I think she ought to be executed, but Felix has orders from President Snow to let her live as an avox for the rest of her life."

"Yes, sir," Is all I say. I don't know what an avox is, but it doesn't sound like it's something to be proud of. I stand there for a moment, unsure of where to go. How can I keep this girl safe?

The man is still looking at me. "Go on now." He says, giving me a nudge. "Don't want her to die from all the smoke."

I nod my head and turn in the direction of the train station, which is past the square. I keep a firm hold on the girls arm, tightening my grasp when she struggles to get free. I wince when someone throws a brick at leg. As much as I want to show everyone who I am, I don't. I'm trying to help them, not hurt them. If I show myself now, I'll end up in the same place as the girl next to me, who is now screaming at the top of her lungs. I just keep walking, trying to ignore the nasty comments people are lashing at me.

We aren't that far from the train station when a loud voice echo's through the District. "Attention District 8, all textile production has ceased. If you wish for your safety, return to your homes and stay there until further notice. If you choose to disobey these simple orders, there will be consequences." The message is relayed three more times before it stops. I stop at the doors of the station and risk a glance at the girl. Her dark brown eyes lock on mine. She looks at me with disgust. Something about the way her shoulders are hunched over, tells me she's already given up. Can I save her? Yes. I know I can, I just have to think of how. I can protect her, when I couldn't protect Hailer…

Hailer… I hope he got out. If I see him on this train, I'll free him too. I'll free everyone.

I open the doors and head in the direction of the loading ramp. Up ahead, I see other people I know, mostly younger people from my District. I watch as the peacekeepers shove them on to the train carelessly. My heart drops when I know I'll have to act violently towards the girl, like the peacekeepers are with the people they captured. Before I shove the girl inside, I glace around to make sure nobody is in hearing range. To my advantage, almost everyone else is heading towards the front of the station; probably back to the square to capture more people. I bring my lips to her ear and whisper only loud enough that she'll hear me. "I'll get you out."

Surprise flashes across her face, and then she relaxes a little. I look into her piercing eyes once more before I shove her into the train with the others. Those dark eyes, which were empty with defeat two minutes ago, were now filled with a little hope.

I walk to the front of the train, where I see some peacekeepers and other important Capitol people getting on. I step inside and choose a seat way in the back, where nobody can see me. Most of the people choose to sit in the front with their friends. I can hear them laughing about torturing the people in the back of the train…something about cutting their tongues off so they can't speak. They should be ashamed of themselves.

"If I had to choose between living as an avox, and death, I would choose death." One of the guys says from up front, his voice deep, but strangely soothing. He looks a little taller than I am, with broad shoulders. I can't see his face because it's covered by a mask. The mask! Would I look suspicious if I kept it on the whole time? I look at the people on the train. Most of them still have their masks on. Maybe it's a privacy thing…

The train starts to move, and I feel myself relax a little in the chair. Nobody has taken off their masks yet. Most of the people on the train are up front talking to each other, while a few, including me, hang out by themselves in the back. I've never been on a train before, and I'm starting to get nauseas as I stare at the woods flashing by through the window. I peel my eyes away from the window and close them. I start to feel myself drifting into sleep…

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